When renowned film director Péter Gárdos wrote the story, he intended it as a film script, but eventually he made it into a novel. “Fever at Dawn,” the love story of two Holocaust survivors―the author’s parents―has ever since sold in more than 20 territories.
Accurate, succinct, and at the same time rich in detail, a shrewd but not cold analysis, elegant, distant, but not dispassionate, ironic, but not sarcastic – this portrait, and part autobiography, is a triumph of proportion and good taste. But most of all it is touching. And beautiful.
I’m about to start eating when I spoon a little dead mouse out of the bowl of soup in front of me. I nearly choke on the bread, my limbs drain of strength. I’m sure it was my granddaughter who did this.
He is among our most Hungarian and most universal writers at the same time: he made the Great Hungarian Plain a metaphor of the world, in order to demonstrate that the whole Creation resides behind God's back now―where it has possibly been from the very start.